Aven's Paranormal

Gave me chills. Would love to have been there.

Alright.. I've basically always believed in God. As long as I can recall, God has just always been a reality in my mind, just known, of course, taken for granted, and therefore something of a real presence in my life.

I remember going to church for a little while, maybe for the first times, around 6 or 7, and even then I remember thinking.. OK, they meant well, they mean to honor God, but that was kinda nothing... and I remember being drawn into The Bible, just having one and holding one, comfortable with it right from the beginning, and looking around in it... even when it ended up with me just circling my name all over a few pages...

There was never a lot of any church, but a few times here and a few times there, and then maybe a time or two over there, but then, when I was 15, we went to something of a holy roller, fundamentalist, hallelujah, alright upbeat loud music, gifts of the spirit, speaking in tongues, non-denominational, Bible-believing, born-again Christian small local church of up to maybe 200 people sometimes. I never went for the full effect there for those couple years, but I did begin to take my faith seriously for the first time on my own out of my own interest and curiosity. I began reading The Living Bible regularly and seriously and was gifted with a New International Version another year or two later and continued somewhat serious study for a high school kid.

While I never surrendered or abandoned or rejected my belief or faith, the initial flourish of inspiration subsided, and plenty many of my own questions and challenges were raised, and my own philosophical curiosities, interests and studies at the beginning of my college years wandered very far and wide with every easy encouragement.

Two or three years in, somewhat to the detriment of some of my other less interesting studies... as it happened... I had read some much, some little, and at least perused almost everything of the 100 or so books in the university library fitting in the section composed of all things related to witchcraft, demonology, mysticism, Satanism and the occult, with Faust being of particular interest, on top of my own copies of the generally available and somewhat popular books The Satanic Bible, The Satanic Rituals and the Necronomicon, amounting to about as much of a independent crash course in these things as possible at the time.

Then one evening I got in an accident around sunset and spent a night in the hospital. None of those details much matter so I can fast-forward a bit here.. I remember very little of the couple hours of the accident, ambulance ride, and hospital admission because of the minor concussion. I clearly woke up then hours later in the middle of the night, when it was dark and quiet and no activity from or presence of any other patients or nurses nearby, at first totally unaware of what had happened, or where I was, or how I got here, but instantly reminded when I saw the traffic ticket on my bedside table. I was immediately subsumed, swamped, overwhelmed into such a particularly heavy, dark, miserable, unhappy, depressed, despondent, despairing place that if suicide was readily available at the moment, I might have rashly and stupidly grabbed it because I thought it...

And it was right then that it happened. I don't know how to adequately explain it. I can't be certain about any of it. I was awake. I was not asleep. It wasn't a dream, maybe it was some kid of vision, or maybe it was exactly what I think I saw. Suddenly there at the end of my bed was a very large dark presence in the obscure shape and form of a person. Very large, like 7 or 8 feet tall or elevated a bit. Looming over me, down at me, right there. Can't even begin to grasp it as it's happening. I see it, but I can't really see it, but it's right there and I can't not see it...Ominous. Threatening. Malevolent. Powerful. Who is it? What is it? What is this?! And then I can't even begin to describe how cold and how horrifying it was when all it he did was laugh loudly and strongly. And then again, I think.. I can't even begin to explain how terrible I felt, how empty, alone, such contempt, how hated, how despised, how foolish, such darkness... and then I remember it's over, gone, quiet, alone, shellshocked... and don't remember falling back asleep, but how could I ever forget this?

So... I don't know... sometimes I really think so... that many, many years ago now... as absurd as it sounds to me too, I still wonder if Satan might actually have come to me briefly... only to laugh in my face... so I don't know... but if any of you here claim to have any contact... you might ask? I think we've met...

Last Edited by Joe Nemo on 08/26/2021 11:25 PM

Not Satan but it could have easily been a malevolent entity

When I was very young, I remember hearing a story from my mother when she was very young. She was in bed one night and saw a black shadow mass leave her room and go into her parents room. She described it as a dark mist. it wasn't long after that, that her father became extremely ill with pneumonia and nearly died. He thankfully recovered but my mother always believed the events were linked.

You might probably be right but how can you say?

Well your belief probably differs from mine, but I don't believe in a literal Satan. That being said, there are negative entities out there that for whatever reason don't have your best interest at heart

The character you have been taught to be “Satan” isn’t who appeared to you.

The world is piled high and deep with malevolent dark entities that feed off low vibrational loosh energy as you described:






....and you again associated a plethora of low-vibrational loosh energy emotions to that dark being:




These dark entities feed on low-vibrational loosh energy:

Depression, despair, regret, guilt, despondency, loneliness, contempt, hatred, FEAR, etc., etc.

You were visited by such a being and you gave it what it was seeking. Like a stray cat, you fed it.

Learn to identify these beings and NOT feed them.
Unfortunately, though, many of them will manipulate events in our lives to cause us to feel and exude low-vibrational loosh energy.

I am of the opinion that is precisely why we’re trapped here in this loosh energy Soul prison farm.

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Last Edited by Zovalex on 08/28/2021 04:42 PM

Maybe not trapped perhaps, but until we as individuals learn how to expand and break the cycle, we'll be stuck in this repeating loop. I've long believed that the only thing that keeps us coming back, is us. And yes there are entities that want to keep us here. We're going to come back regardless but these low vibrational entities have learned to take advantage of that process imo

We're a giant loosh banquet

Last Edited by Green Witch on 08/28/2021 04:47 PM

I've gotten some more stories to post when I have time

This just happened 2 nights ago.

I was in a deep sleep and aroused by a slow knocking. Not your normal “knock-knock-knock” when you’re at someone’s door.

This was 4 slow knocks, but quiet knocks.

knock...........knock..........knock.........knock.

Then a pause..... and then 4 slow knocks again:

knock...........knock..........knock.........knock.

I was drowsy and thought to myself, “Am I dreaming someone is knocking or is someone really knocking?”

knock...........knock..........knock.........knock.

Now I was awake. I realized I was NOT dreaming. Those were real knocks, but I couldn’t tell if it was on the front door or a window, or a wood table. I laid still, listening intently.

knock...........knock..........knock.........knock.

Now I was in full alert mode, Mind wide awake. Someone was definitely knocking, but it was a quiet knock, not loud, and it was slow. But was it IN the house, or at the front door or window? I immediately wondered if some crackhead was at the door.

knock...........knock...... — my head popped up off the pillow. That knock is from INSIDE the house!

But the instant my head popped up off the pillow after the 2nd of 4 knocks, the knocking stopped immediately. I waited and waited without moving.

Nothing. Not a sound.

That’s when I just plopped my head back on the pillow, slightly aggravated. I realized it was one of my live-in “other-worldly” roommates, apparently quite bored and just wanting to get my attention. The instant he saw my head come up off the pillow at full alert, he stopped knocking.

“Not tonight, pal. Not tonight”, I said quietly.

I went back to sleep and he left me alone for the night.

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Last Edited by Zovalex on 09/19/2021 11:14 PM

My experiences are few. I think it's like a m7scle: it works if you use it, it atrophies and dies if you don't.

I was working as a tarot reader. Private readings, parties etc. Got a gig to do readings at a safe grad all nighter party. Was fun, but it was stressful with all the young couples thinking I was going to tell them they were with their soul mate when I knew they wouldn't last the summer. Buy anyway. Worked all night. Got home next morning exhausted. Was going to bed. Got into bed and started lowering my head to the pillow when it happened. One second, in bed. Suddenly I'm standing in a field looking up at a plane in the sky convinced something horrific is about to happen. Then suddenly my head hits the pillow and I'm in bed. I never slept, no time passed. I left out of bed and ran to cnn. I was convinced a plane catastrophe had just happened or would soon happen. But nothing on the news. The sense of dread and urgency was intense. I knew something was going to happen that would be shattering, though not sure why I thought that. I mean as sad as a plane crash is they happen all the time. But this one was different somehow. That was I believe July 1st or 2nd. For a couple of months I was glued to the news. Waiting. I got hired to do readings at frosh week at the local uni. I thought it would be fun but I found the cards were too hard to read. Everyone was getting gloomy doomy type of cards. And I mean everyone. I was getting flustered thinking I was sucking so bad. I wanted to pack up send go home. I noticed the tone in the hall changing. People seemed upset or worried. I stopped a passing student and asked what was up. She said she didn't know the details, something bad about a plane. I didn't get more details so I finished up the job and headed home to turn on CNN. It was 9/11.

Here's one....

I serviced intercom systems so I do alot of service calls....on a service call to an old brownstone, I had an interesting experience.....

I'm use to working in basements and abandoned properties by myself so over the years I'm use to house sounds and spooky looking basements.....I was down in the basement looking at a amplifier box that needed replacement.....the basement was well lit and renovated into a laundry area/storage.....but I felt very distressed....like a combination of being watched and dread.....

The utility room was in the front and in a dimly lit unfinished part of basement.....I laid out my tools and started to work.....I heard scuffling sound elsewhere in the basement but just thought it was a tenant....sounds like it was getting closer to me so I anticipated someone popping their head into the room to see what I was doing....nobody showed up.....

I was working pretty fast cuz the anxiety and dread was building.....I was hearing indistinct conversations that seem to be just outside the door....ignoring that, I worked faster, probably going to break my personal record for fastest amplifier replacement....lol.....

The single bulb that lit the room suddenly went out....I was near panic fumbling for my flashlight.....after what felt like an eternity, I turned my flashlight on.....I stuck the flashlight in my mouth to continue working cuz I only had a few more wires to connect....I reached down for my screwdriver and saw that my tool bag was gone.....a quick scan found the toolbag by the doorway of the utility room....how did it get there?????

I started talking.....saying that I'm about done and will leave ASAP.....I suspect the toolbag by the doorway was indicating that I should leave....

I finished the last connections, grabbed my shit and ran up the stairs.....lol.....while I was loading up my van, I asked a tenant coming home about the house.....he said that all the service guys hated working down there...even the tenants didn't go down to do the laundry alone.....he mentioned the feeling of dread too....apparently the last caretaker of the property hung himself in the utility room....

Last Edited by peterpeccary on 09/20/2021 12:09 AM

I have one. Young teen. 13-14. Siblings and I would have these big bonfires on our grandparents property. Was bordered by a very large, old cemetery. We’d have beer and invite other teenagers, have big parties. It got kind of wild sometimes but nothing too crazy. There was an old abandoned camper on the lot. Sometimes kids would sleep in the camper but not usually, it was sort of creepy and old. Something straight out of the 1950’s. We mainly used it to sit at the fold out table and play various drinking games in there. Or sit in chairs or on benches around the fire, which was just outside of the camper.
This one time everyone at the party left me alone with this older boy, I want to say he was 15 or 16. I think they all went together to find firewood and drag it back.

So I was alone with this boy inside the camper with no electricity in total darkness basically, and he started to put the moves on me. I had never done anything like that as far as making out with someone before. It wasn’t anything too extreme, but it felt intense for me being a new experience so I’m sure the atmosphere was charged. It was basically him touching me and kissing me with our clothes on.

Anyway, as we’re sitting there in the dark, some kind of entity entered into the camper with us. It was at first scratching on the exterior of the camper and dragging what sounded like a large chain through the grass outside. The sounds of it I’ll never forget. It then entered into the camper with us and basically terrorized us for maybe 10-15 horrific endless minutes. I can’t even remember how long it went on, the shock of it all made it seem eternal but it could’ve only been 5 minutes. I don’t know. The sounds coming out of it were what a demon might sound like, snarling and roaring like a lion. Like the lion you hear in the beginning credits of old movies. The whole time it had this old chain dragging with it. It was heavy. I don’t think you really understand fear, you never really do, not until you are confronted with something supernatural like that in a tiny enclosed space with you. Somehow, your shock makes it so you actually don’t breathe for several minutes straight. You don’t dare take even a single breath. The thing was hunting us or terrorizing us. We both were frozen there with our eyes closed, refusing to see what it might look like. Again, refusing to even breathe. I’ve never felt so close to death in all of my life. What a joke, to think being silent and still would somehow protect me.

Off in the distance we heard the laughing drunk voices of the other kids on their way back to camp. The thing trailed off about 1-2 minutes before they returned. When they found us, we were both in shock and unwilling to move from our place inside the camper. We weren’t able to speak about it, either. I did finally tell my big sister and she was able to coax me out of the camper and into our house. I don’t remember much about what happened after that but I wasn’t able to be alone for a long time, especially at night. Had ongoing terrors over it. The guy was thoroughly freaked out and never spoke to me again.

He told the other kids around town I was a witch. Told wild stories about me summoning this thing. One day, years later, I ran into him in public and asked him why he said those things. He not only denied it but he denied that the entire incident occurred at all. I have had much time to think about this and try to rationalize it in my head. The only conclusion I can come to is that it was brought by him, there was something wrong or off with him, specifically. The reason I say this is because several years later, I heard in the news that he’d gotten in trouble for “attempted rape.”

Last Edited by Starry Like on 09/20/2021 01:12 AM

Awesome stuff guys! Thank you :)

I so have some new ones to talk about when I get time

I have another one, a bit more lighthearted but creepy nonetheless. My mom is a professional astrologer, has been for a long time. She sits and reads an ephemeris like it’s a book..Anyway, that’s just a back story to explain how I ended up as a teenager at age 15 or 16, taking weekly tarot classes at an old occult book store.

The store was called The (something)-“grove.” I wish I could remember the first part. Maybe Acorn Grove? Anyway, something Grove. The classes were held after the store closed for the day. It was maybe 7-8 older adults around a big table and the bookstore owner who was also the instructor. She was an old friend of my moms. I remember while we were doing our tarot course work, all sorts of anomalies would happen around the bookshop. The nearby toilet would flush on its own. A pull chain light would randomly pull lights on and off on it’s own. The weirdest was when books would randomly fly off the shelves, like someone was launching them off to get attention. When that started happening, the bookstore owner would say something about the spirit that lived there wanting us to wrap things up for the night, that these were signals to give him his space back. It was all very lighthearted and no one seemed very alarmed by any of it. Like it was a part of nature we didn’t understand, but we listened to and respected.

There is one story that I had almost completely forgotten about.

When one of my friends was a kid, his grandparents took him to see the Champion Hill Battlefield here in Mississippi. For those of you who don't know, the Battle of Champion Hill was the most bloody and most important battle of the Vicksburg campaign during the American Civil War. It was a union victory and at the end there was over 6000 casualties. The battlefield itself has been long known to be haunted.

So my friend and his grandparents are out walking around and this man walks up beside them. The man is wearing a union uniform and according to my friend, who was about 10 years old at the time, said that the man was disheveled and absolutely filthy. Covered in dirt and grime and his uniform looked like it was falling apart. My friend also said that the man stank like he had not had a bath in six months. He was an older man with a long beard that had gray in it.

My friends grandparents thought it was a guy who was part of a reenactment, since they did reenactments on the battlefield.

They assumed that the man must have just come from performing and that was why he looked so messed up.

The grandfather smiled at the man, waved and asked, "Rough day?"

The man just looked kinda sad, smiled and said, "Yeah you could say that." And then the man walked off and out of sight.

Later on they found out that there had been no reenactments going on that day, and there was noone on the field that day that should have been in a uniform.

Was it a ghost?

Awesome lol

Just like with people, sometimes you have to set limits and boundaries

I have yet to see the 'old occult bookstore' that didn't have some kind of presence lurking around. Your story doesn't surprise me at all. Someone didn't like his space being taken up lol

That house should have been cleansed :\

That was a day which took almost everyone by surprise. Myself included.

I'm turning ac comments back on for this thread. We'll see how it goes lol

Give me post in privacy-Eart around -u know?